"Invasion Cycle - 03 - Apocalypse" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)dais stole each breath as it panted from the two men. It felt
their homage in splayed and sweating hands. Beyond their fingertips lay more pieces of Yawgmoth's mindЧcudgels, axes, swords, maces, whips, flails, branding irons, and every other death conceivable by the Lord of Death. These fantastical weapons, ored and smithed and sharpened by the One Mind, glowed avidly. Yawgmoth was in the dais and the weapons, in the black sands that filled the wide arena and in the black stands that circled them and the black sky that overarced it all. The arena and its weapons were no more or less than the dream of a god. In all this irreality, only one thing was real. Gerrard lifted his head and gazed toward the stands. A solitary figure stood there. Hanna. Hair of gold, eyes of blue, skin of silk, lips of roseЧonly she was solid and true. Hanna had become all the world to Gerrard. He no longer cared to save Dominaria or even himself. He cared only to save her. To do so he had damned his own soul. That was why Gerrard bowed here. But what bent the knee of the Planeswalker? Surely he did not bow for true love. Who, out of all eternity, had ever Suddenly, Hanna was not alone in the stands. From dark corridors, creatures emerged. The first were tall and gaunt, with skeletal faces and bodies draped in black robes. They moved like puppets on strings, weightless and jittery. Behind them loped hulking creatures. Enormous eyes rolled fitfully in their rumpled faces. Clawed hands knuckle-walked down stairs. Then came spidery monsters that ambled on clicking legs. Beasts arrived in multitudeЧgoat-headed warriors and cicada men, clockwork horrors and gibbering imps, creatures with mucous-skin and brains on arthropodal legs, monsters 2 J. Robert King covered in jag-edged knives, bald albinos with serpent tongues, onyx-eyed angels, blood-lipped devils, vampire hounds, skeletal vipers. Phyrexians all. |
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